Romans & histoires Karma Goddess

she told Jamie. “Ah! I’ll definitely flaunt it to my followers! Hey! Let me follow you on your social media accounts.” Kristel agreed, and she gave Jamie her I***a account. The latter was surprised when she recognized the account. “Oh, my gosh! You are a designer named Moirae?” Moirae or Moirai was the goddess of Fate. Although her marriage didn’t end happily ever after. But her divorce led her fate to fulfill her dream, which is designing wedding gowns.

the goddess said gently, “ No bond you form with ill intent will last… No matter how powerful the Alpha. .. No matter how strong the claim.” My voice trembled. “So… Thane…” “Loved possession,” the goddess said calmly. “Not you.” The words sliced deep. “And Kyron?” I whispered. “What about Kyron?” The goddess’s gaze softened but did not answer. “You may have many bonds,” she said instead. “But only the one forged with truth will remain…only time will tell, Tyla.” “So I’ll always be… confused?” I asked weakly. “You will always be protected,” she corrected.

Karamea had said that her Goddess gift was a sense of humor, but it seems that her augmented gift is to build near immediate trust with someone, easily breaking down their walls and making them tell her things they wouldn’t normally. But what Sandra has to say blows everything else out of the water. “I already knew that my Goddess gift was luck. Apparently, the Goddess augmented that to mean that my gift will extend to battle. I can’t die from any injuries sustained in battle or while protecting others.” “How do you know that?” Brandon asks, astounded.

Goddess was fuming over the divine protector of her son who is going to betray him. "This is their life. I know his main instinct is to save Lucifer but you can't forget that he is human and humans also have another thing that can drive them to do anything and that is Love. Plus even he doesn't remember like Lucifer that he is a divine protector of Lucifer. It's just his instincts which tell him to serve Lucifer." God explained while a guard came to inform the Lord of Karma's arrival and God told him to let him enter. "your grace! I am here to ask for permission." Karma said and god already knew the meaning behind that.

At least she thought she was. “Hello, Shaba! It has been a long time.” Said a voice Shaba knew all too well. “Well if it isn’t the goddess with no heart.” She replied. “You have forsaken me and everyone who ever truly loved you.” Rhiannon said. “Forsaken you? You are the 1 who allowed a demon to enter my son and his mate. How could you do that to him?” “You of all people should know that I did no such thing. I shared my gifts with your son and his mate. Contrary to popular belief a goddess has a limited life. Your son and his mate are to be my replacement” Rhiannon said.

My heart completely stopped, hitting against my ribs like a trapped bird as the ache in my chest flared into a sharp, burning heat. It was Luna. She didn't look like a rejected female wolf hiding in a dusty archive. She didn't look like the broken girl I had just rejected hours ago either. She looked absolutely magnificent. She wore a midnight-black gown that perfectly hugged her curves like armor, her hair cascading down her back in flawless waves. Her skin was glowing, radiant, and entirely unbroken by the trauma of our severed bond.

He let it happen. They planned to keep her alive just long enough to take what they needed. Then they would end her. But one girl, a servant no one noticed, chose to help her. Maybe she was young. Maybe she was afraid. Maybe she saw a mother in pain and couldn’t bear it. No one remembers her name. But that girl unlocked the door, whispered that the guards were asleep, and told the goddess to run. And she did.

Her revenge was only for a moment and she would go back to seeking peace with them, but with Kai by her side it seems impossible. “These ones are innocent, I’m warning you Kai—“ “Or what? What the hell will you do if I don’t stop, you bloody traitor.” “What?” “Sometimes, it surprises me that you’re the direct daughter of the goddess, I highly doubt that because how would you go ahead and switch on her. She became a goddess because of what the humans did to her. She was a very peaceful werewolf but the violent humans—“ “Shut up and don’t start telling history that I already know to me!” Valerie snapped as she sprinted over to him not doing anything to hide her anger or distaste.

Olga was an old woman who had become the pack's herbalist, it was essential to have one in a pack because, the herbs are used in the ritual to crown an Alpha which in turn the goddess turns the Alpha fur silver. Atarah dropped her basket beside Erza's basket, Olga came close to them and grabbed Atarah by the ear. "You have been avoiding me, little one. You used to come here all the time, when you were a kid, you were so interested in plants." She said with her old weary voice. "I have started school recently, so I don't have much time." Atarah lied as she pulled away from her. "Hmmmmm......You are still not a very good liar, are you?" Olga said and Erza giggled cutely.

I slowly sat on the white sand and watched the lady still standing to where I left her. I am waiting anxiously by the shore. Did my plan work? Christ! This is killing me. My heart is pounding really fast! I couldn't stand waiting for her like this! I swear I was praying then, she moved towards the seashore, towards me. Thank God! I did it! What a relief! She stood directly in front of me. I raised my head to face her and with that I smirked. " What can I do for you, goddess?” Oh yes! It's true! She's a beauty! She must be Venus if she was ever real. "Oh, shut up! Stop making fun of me will you?!" she mumbled pouting her lips like a baby before sitting right beside me. I could feel my heart